Luyện nghe bài hát Twentieth Century Drifter

Drivin' my car is my way of making a livin'
My way of puttin' the bread on the at home
I'm gettin' back about half as as I'm givin'
And I couldn't make it without a good at home

First place could be just a dream but I'm gonna it
Finishing out of the top ten is but bad
And a junker won't ever be first I might as well it
class equipment is somethin' a man's got to have

You might even call me a twentieth century
Thirty-two weekends I up the car and I'm gone
And my woman cries with goodbye kiss that I give her
And she that come Monday morning and I'll be driftin' home

Well my woman sleeps in my arms and I lie thinkin'
Half awake half asleep I run and re-run the
From dark end till dawn it goes on my half dreamin'
And ever so often I of me taking first place

It's got to be more than a dream dreamin' make it
Or won't ever put bread on the table at home
And racing runs deep in my and I'll never shake it
I'm to it just like I'm tied to the woman at home

You might call me a twentieth century drifter...